At that moment, large numbers of Jade-Scaled Snake Followers began moving behind the city walls.
They did not charge out to attack.
Instead, they sauntered onto the battlefield one after another.
Then... they began brazenly picking up equipment.
One piece, ten pieces, a hundred pieces...
They moved in groups, gathering up all the intelligent weapons scattered across the ground.
It was as though they were simply cleaning up the battlefield.
Once they finished, they carried the equipment back to their own positions without looking back.
Watching this, Yang Fan's expression barely changed.
They were only a million followers.
To him now, that hardly counted as a loss.
What truly surprised him a little were those Class B defensive buildings.
Their power was actually this formidable.
"Fellow Daoist Lu."
Gu Jiuheng looked grave.
"We can't keep advancing with only the intelligent weapons' defenses."
"Next, we must have the followers form battle formations and advance slowly while defending themselves."
"These Flame-Gathering Towers aren't actually this powerful on their own."
"But the fire-attribute spiritual energy here is so dense that it has raised their power by an entire tier."
"In terms of attack power alone, these Flame-Gathering Towers are already on par with Class A buildings."
Lu Mingshi still said nothing.
After hearing this, he merely edged closer to Yang Fan without thinking.
He genuinely had no idea what to say now.
These armies were not his at all.
As the one taking the blame, there seemed to be nothing he could do besides put on an unfathomable air.
Just then, space above the enemy positions twisted again.
The enormous phantom of the Jade-Scaled Snake God reappeared.
Its massive serpentine eyes looked down, and a trace of delight actually appeared in them.
"So many rare metals!"
"What?"
"Did you come here specifically to